"Down cellar," Zeno says brightly. The refrigerator (it's really more of an icebox...) is sparsely stocked, since Zeno will genuinely forget it exists, and isn't exactly harmed by something out of date, or even spoiled.
He whisks a plate and some chopsticks out of a storage cupboard, while he's thinking about it, and a stone cup.
"Be seated!" he offers, spreading his arms around and indicating the soft earthen floor. The gold splendor of the temple's exterior doesn't really match the humble inside of the first floor, but Zeno rarely goes upstairs, where there's gold and tapestries and furniture.
Instead, he runs down cellar himself and reemerges with a bottle of cool loquat juice.
In these times, or any times, he assumes that the stranger steals food because he's in need. Zeno isn't, and so he's just going to pour some loquat juice and find some fresh fruit, since he doesn't remember who bought the cheese Kamui is eating, nor how long ago it was...
no subject
He whisks a plate and some chopsticks out of a storage cupboard, while he's thinking about it, and a stone cup.
"Be seated!" he offers, spreading his arms around and indicating the soft earthen floor. The gold splendor of the temple's exterior doesn't really match the humble inside of the first floor, but Zeno rarely goes upstairs, where there's gold and tapestries and furniture.
Instead, he runs down cellar himself and reemerges with a bottle of cool loquat juice.
In these times, or any times, he assumes that the stranger steals food because he's in need. Zeno isn't, and so he's just going to pour some loquat juice and find some fresh fruit, since he doesn't remember who bought the cheese Kamui is eating, nor how long ago it was...